Urges [Elena|Pam]

I sat by the counter, waiting for the bar to close. I had heard bitches bitch and complain all fucking day long about how their drinks tasted like shit. OF COURSE IT TASTES LIKE SHIT YOU DUMB WHORE! IT'S FREAKING TRU BLOOD! I thought, screaming inside my head. Suddenly, I heard a lady ask her friend. "Does this taste like shit to you?" She said, handing it over. That had done it. I used my super speed, grabbing her by the neck, and throwing her out the door. "Does anyone else want to complain about the fucking alcohol tasting like shit?" I yelled with my fangs contracted. silence developed immediately. "Well, slap my ass and call me sexy, finally." I sighed in anger and disgust.